Fantasy Western Novels & Stories

Fane nodded, letting out a laugh as he looked at the warriors gathered in the western area. "The fish that take the bait isn't even fish sometimes but a beast that can't be swallowed. So, no one knows how things will end," he spoke. Rudy nodded. Only then did he have a rough understanding of the rules of the attribute gamble. Rudy glanced at the warriors in the western area once more and noticed that most of them had dark gold patterns on their sleeves. Noticing that, he tugged at Fane's sleeve with surprise and pointed it out.

They trusted me, and I would not fail them. Our journey to the western district had been nothing to write home about. It took us three days of traveling. Barely stopping to rest or eat. We crossed deep valleys and mountains filled with strange animals that we of the eastern part have not seen before. Ellorin as a whole is a massive continent made up of two parts, the West and the East. The two of them are separated by a large forest that is known as the Great Forest. That is home to the rogues. We reached the western district in exactly three days and finally set camp in preparation for the attack. The west was ruled by only one leader. The one who called himself the master. So it is easy to

Birds’ chirpings meet my ears along with winds whispering through the light, flowery curtains, a figure standing tall beside the king-sized bed. I turn to my side to behold the redhead who has a facial appearance that is quite far from normal. I do not know how he knows that I am awake and thinking of the old man all these while. He may have missed the part where the only detail I know about Xaulfur is his half-Asian, half-Australian insane nature, and this person by my side does not look Asian at all.

I had never asked him where he came from. Is the West not the same place the lab guy confirmed the healing balms come from? Everything was coming at me all at once. My legs seemed wobbly now. I managed to sit on the bed, looking intensely at the paper in my hand as my brain spun with thoughts. I reached for my phone, typing furiously. “Everything I need to know about the Western Pack.” And just like that, everything that concerned the West popped up. I scrolled, going from one page to another, but… nothing was interesting.

They were desolate and remote, but very dangerous. It was different from the endless mountains and forests in the southern territory. The western region was filled with deserts. At a glance, it was almost impossible to see any flowers, plants, or trees. There were even fewer water sources. Therefore! Most of the people who lived in the western regions all year round had darker skin and slightly different hairs. More than half of the western territories were controlled by the Cangxuan Valley. The other pieces of land were divided equally between the Seven-star Academy, Tianyin Academy, Lanruo Temple, and Yijian Academy!

After she had showered she found the clothes Lucas had left for her and stood looking at them with a frown on her pretty face, 'Dear God, what century did these people live in? She thought with a wry smile holding up the calf-length gypsy skirt, it was a rich purple colour shot through with silver thread and the matching long-sleeved bolero jacket looked like it had come out of the distant past. She was unaware of the simple life the Werewolves lived, they did not follow fashion and rarely even watched the TV, they worked hard and played hard but for the most part technology passed

What chance of resistance could I possibly have against Jaxon West, the hottest, most masculine cowboy I had ever set my eyes upon? T. B. C!

One look at his face told me everything I needed to know. “Western border. Smoke. Three outposts down. And—” he hesitated “—they’re using magic.” The word dropped like a stone in my chest. Magic. Not just wolves. Not just claws and teeth and brute force. They were playing dirty now. I was halfway to the staircase when the first explosion rocked the eastern edge of the territory. The entire pack house shuddered. Cracks split along the stone walls. Windows shattered in a shriek of glass. Screams followed—high-pitched, panicked, familiar.